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The door was closed— locked,—and the pair were heard descending the stairs. And then there came for both of them at least a temporary awakening. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble. ” She rested the firing end of the cannon against her own temple. It was her foster brother Mike, on his way to the bathroom. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. "You depart for Lancashire to-morrow. ” Lucy spat.
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